Looking at sarcastic faces, Belle said, "come on! Clark! Say something!"

Clark looked calm.

He has seen this kind of thing a lot and has long been used to it.

But the girl looked at the silent Clark, and the anger in her eyes gradually turned into amazement.

Why don't you say something?

If someone else, he would have talked back.

"You don't know yet, he's a soft egg!"

"Hahaha!"

"Soft egg! Soft egg!"

"Shh!"

Listening to the laughter, the consternation in Belle's eyes turned into disgust and confusion.

Why don't you talk back?

Is this really a soft egg? Did she look away?

Clark put on his headphones, threw the ball at his feet, got up and walked out of the playground.

"Haha, he's a soft egg! His father must be a soft egg, so he can raise such a useless thing!"

Clark paused and turned to look at the boy who had just spoken.

The boy looked at Clark sarcastically, gestured and said, "come on, counsellor, help me kick the ball! Good!"

Clark took a deep breath, turned up the volume of the music, and walked towards the ball.

Looking at this scene, Belle covered her mouth with surprise and disgust.

She really misjudged Clark.

Just transferred here, she noticed Clark at a glance, but she didn't expect Clark to be such a weak person.

Clark looked at the boy with a mocking face, stood in front of the football, and then... Raised his feet!

"Whoosh!"

The black-and-white football flew past the boy's face with a strong wind, and then disappeared.

A cold sweat appeared on the boy's forehead, looking at Clark in horror, while others looked at Clark in shock.

That foot just now is too terrible. If the football hits them in the face

Just thinking about it, the boys unconsciously shivered.

"Ha, ha, ha! Did you kick it askew? I thought you were so good! Return our ball!"

The boy swallowed and laughed at Clark again.

Clark stepped over.

"What do you want to do?"

The boy straightened his chest and stared at Clark, while the others came over and surrounded Clark.

"What did you just say?"

Clark took off his headphones and looked at the other side and asked gently.

The boy looked at his companion, picked his mouth and said, "I said you are a soft egg!"

Clark shook his head and said, "no, what did you just say about my father?"

"Soft son of soft father? Haha!"

Clark put on his headphones? The rock music in my ears is becoming more and more violent and irritable, like an explosion, but Clark is becoming more and more calm? A pair of blue eyes like frozen lake.

then? When everyone didn't expect it? He raised his hand

"Pa!"

A crisp sound.

The talking boy was slapped in the face by Clark and fell directly to the ground.

Didn't your head explode? People didn't faint, just a little confused? His head is buzzing.

"How dare you hit me!"

The boy looked at Clark angrily, trying to stand up, but his legs were a little soft.

Clark nodded and said, "yes, I'll hit you."

"Give it to me!"

The boy roared loudly.

Seeing this, the boys, who were stunned by Clark's slap, clenched their fists and rushed at Clark.

Clark raised his hand

"Pa!"

"Pa Pa!"

"Pa Pa Pa!"

Slap each other? Clark is fair, even under his control? The power of each slap can be guaranteed to be no less than one.

A few seconds later? People who fell all around Clark? They cover their right face in unison? Looking at Clark in horror, he seemed to see the devil, and even some people had tears in their eyes because of fear.

Clark looked down at the people and said, "does it hurt?"

A group of boys nodded quickly.

Clark said faintly, "pain? Just cry!"

With that, he raised his hand again.

Seeing this, those boys actually cried out in fear.

Clark put down his hand, looked at the others who had looked silly on the playground, and said to the silly Belle not far away, "Hey, Belle, you should call the teacher."

Belle turned and ran with her head blank.

On the football field, Clark stood quietly, with his peers sitting or lying on the ground crying bitterly. The scene was very spectacular.

Looking at this scene, Clark muttered, "in the future, will no one say those excessive words?"

He swept his eyes and cried, but the crowd, who dared not move, raised their hands again.

The children hurried to shut their mouths.

Clark whispered, "remember?"

Everyone nodded.

"After a while, the teacher came. What did you say?"

Clark said faintly.

"Just say you play football well!"

"Fall!"

"Fight by yourself!"

Clark nodded.

He just didn't want to see them in the same way. After all, they were only thirteen or fourteen year old children.

But say he can, say his father, then not.

His father told him that kindness is a kind of nature and kindness is a choice.

When his kindness is trampled on by others, and his kindness becomes more excessive as others treat him as weak, he can put away his kindness and take out his fist.

However, the strength of the fist should be well controlled.

Soon, the teacher came here.

When he asked, the children who were frightened by Clark gave their own reasons, but no one said that Clark played.

The teacher can only call them to the office.

But no matter what he said, the children dare not admit that Clark did it.

The picture of Clark slapping someone just now really scared them.

In the end, this matter can only be settled.

Let the children leave. The teacher looked at the people's backs, sighed and shook his head.

"Clark!" The teacher called Clark and said with concern, "you can tell the teacher if they want to trouble you in the future."

Clark nodded and said, "thank you, teacher."

Clark turned and left.

Tell the teacher?

Then the teacher will definitely call the parents, and finally those parents will be beaten.

Clark shrugged.

After school, Clark got on his car and rushed home.

What happened today has no impact on him, because he has met many times over the years and has long been used to it.

Suddenly, he stopped his car and looked at an alley outside the school gate.

There are several tall and strong children who look like high school students, surrounded by two boys with obvious palm prints on their faces, pushing them hard.

With Clark's keen hearing, we can hear that they are stealing money.

Clark parked the car, picked up several stones from the roadside, controlled his strength, and threw the stones into the legs of the older children without anyone noticing.

Accompanied by several screams, the older children fell to the ground with their legs covered. The two boys who were robbed looked left and right in panic, turned around and ran away.

Clark looked at their backs, smiled faintly, got on his car and rushed home.